Gossip Ex-wife

"Ouch!" Jeremy frowned when he heard this, tightening his grip on her waist.

She was a fragile woman so why did she insist on putting up a front? She needed to share the burden with someone else. There was no need to carry it all alone.

Jeremy fixed his gaze on Sherry, his heart softening.

"Honey, don't be afraid. I'm here," he whispered, his voice helpless and hesitant.

What could he possibly do to make up for all that he had done to her?

Soon, the night fell upon them.

Whenever she breathed, her back twinged. It pained Jeremy to hear this so much so that he couldn't fall asleep.

Throughout the night, Jeremy continued to comfort Sherry whenever she softly groaned in pain.

When the warm sunshine broke in that morning, the cool wind came into the room.

Sherry started to stir when she felt a warm breath hovering over the tip of her nose. As she inhaled, she smelled a familiar scent. Only then did she open her eyes.

The first thing she saw was Jeremy's face just about an inch away from hers. His eyebrows were knitted together as if he hadn't slept well.

The bed was small enough for the two of them to snuggle up together. When Sherry lowered her eyes, she noticed that his hand was on her waist while his legs were curled up towards her.

She reached out her hands and felt up the empty space behind all the while noticing how little space Jeremy had left on his side.

Moreover, he wasn't wearing a shirt. If she scooted just a little bit nearer him, she could already feel his bare chest.

As Sherry watched him, she couldn't help but scowl.

The sourness of their history was still etched

before he shamefully slid them back inside the pockets of his pants.

His extreme and meticulous concern for her sent her into a trance. As she listened to him list out orders to Barry, she was in a daze.

She then chimed in, "Why did you ask Barry to buy pig liver for me?"

"Because you lost too much blood yesterday." After he hung up the phone, he turned to look at her, playing with his phone in his hands.

"I'm not going to eat that!" Sherry threw the quilt over her head as an act of protest.

As he sat on the sofa, he couldn't help but be amused by her. "It doesn't matter if you don't want to. You still have to eat it."

Barry didn't come in person. Before long, another secretary was sent by Barry to bring food. She only left after she set up the food on the table.

He picked up the bowl of porridge with pig liver on the table and looked at Sherry, who was seemingly pretending to be sleeping.

He rolled up her sleeves and sat on the edge of the bed. His tall body covered the sunlight that came out from the window. He reached out and gently pulled the quilt away.